Monday, August 29, 2011


smooth, like a vanilla fur coat
but flesh... caramel coloured
warm skin, to touch it, like the heat radiating from comfort
skin all moist from the dew of youth
smooth skin, like butter
always gentle, creamy, always mild
a dandelion clock blows on the breeze straight into ones' most sacred space
that is the sensation upon one's first sight of this miracle of nature
smooth skin... to hold it
is to dare to dance before a king
yet, to be caressed all night long is what smooth skin so desires.
smooth skin is for a queen
a plaything, a delight, a sensual toy
a smooth skinned teenaged boy